Where's the glass slipper?

This morning I was clearing off our table from last night's dinner so that we would have room for breakfast. (I should have cleared it last night, but that's not the point.) I was holding Colby with one arm, and trying to gather up four plates, four cups, napkins and silverware with the other. Ethan was just sitting in a chair, waiting not so patiently for his breakfast, and telling me, "get that plate...now that one...get that fork...now that one...now that cup...." I, also not so patiently, told him that I couldn't get it all at once because my hands were full. So he told me, "Cinderella puts one on her head, and one on her arm, and then some in her hands."
Now, I don't know what is more disturbing, the fact that my son has watched Cinderella so many times that he knows this, or the fact that he thinks I should be more like Cinderella!